#got a pizza and candy and halloween/horror movies

[moonlight-prose]

happy halloween!! since i didn't put together a sleepover fast enough, i figured why not do something small.

send me a 🎃+ a character and i'll write you a short blurb!

[nickfowlerrr]

everybody talks

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut, fluff, a bit of angst. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. nipple play. if i’m missing something that needs to be tagged, pls lmk!

words: almost 7.7k

notes: happy halloween 👻 so i had an idea for reclusive neighbor!bucky meeting reader when she stops by his house with a group of kids for trick or treating, and this is very much not that but i think it still works lol. also, i wrote this in a day? i don’t think i’ve ever written more than like 4k in a day before so, yay me!

i wanted to participate in @witchywithwhiskey’s horror movie hoe-a-thon but i decided so last minute and then thought the deadline was the 31st, but i absolutely read the guidelines wrong bc it was actually yesterday and i missed it lol. i’m linking her event still though bc i did use a quote prompt! 🖤

The loud shaking of the wobbly cart you grabbed in your hurry precedes you as you make your way through the ridiculously crowded grocery store. Normally you would have been mortified - probably would have left the cart and ventured off to grab what you needed sans basket - but you don’t have the time to be concerned about the looks you’re getting as you walk fast down the aisles. 

When your sister asked you for help organizing a family halloween party, you didn’t realize she meant an actual little community family friendly party for the street she lived on.

You had gotten two frozen pizzas, a bag of candy, a case of soda, and some random bags of chips you were sure your nieces would love, just last night. That would have certainly been enough for you, your nieces, and both your sisters, but unfortunately, that wasn’t where the guest list ended. 

The look on her face when you showed up to her house with just those few things would have been funny if she wasn’t already on the brink of a breakdown.

Her husband was out of town for work and she was doing all the halloween prep for Sid herself, thus why she enlisted your help with the party and your younger sister’s help for the trick or treating plans.

Before she could snap and completely lose her cool on you, you were already rushing to the front door, keys still in hand, promising you’d be back within the hour and she had nothing to worry about.

That’s how you found yourself among the crowd of the woefully unprepared this afternoon. 

You loaded the cart with six more frozen pizzas, three family servings of the deli’s hot and ready fried chicken, two packs of halloween cupcakes, two more cases of soda, an extra case of water, and three boxes of capri suns before you started filling the cart with the halloween party snacks you found in the holiday section. 

You were getting a workout as you pushed the basket, less shaky now thanks to the added weight, heading to the candy section to grab a few bags of whatever they had left.

You were distracted by the end cap display as you turned down the aisle and didn’t see the man standing right in front of you, accidentally running into him. Though, running into him sounds like an exaggeration. With how heavy your basket was, and how sturdy the man before you was, it was more like a bump - a love tap. He didn’t even really react to it aside from looking over briefly to you and your basket.

Even still, you apologized profusely, rambling an apology about not looking where you were going before you finally got an actual look at your victim. 

Your words stopped almost abruptly when your eyes met with crystal blues. His stare was icy, but not cold, moreso piercing.

He blinked and broke your trance, offering you a shy smile before he looked away.

“It’s okay, you’re fine,” he said, eyes fixed back on the shelves of candy.

He was dressed in dark denim jeans and a black crewneck sweatshirt, his hair was dark and down to just above his broad shoulders, and the stubble that lined his strong jaw suited him well. You didn’t realize you were staring again until he looked back up at you.

You forced yourself to smile then, ignoring the heat you could feel creeping up your neck and rising to your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you offered with a nervous laugh before you forced the cart behind where he stood to go onward. 

You could have sworn you saw a blush rising to his cheeks as he smiled to himself, avoiding your gaze, but you weren’t entirely sure. 

And you definitely didn’t have the time to ponder on it.

Instead, you began your own search of the shelves to find not only your nieces’ favorites, but your sisters’, too. 

They were both working hard to make their kids’ halloween a good one, they deserved a little treat themselves when all the work was done. You, on the other hand, still single and child free, were planning on treating yourself all night. You were there to help, sure, but most of the work wouldn’t be done by you. You were looking forward to seeing them off to trick or treat and plopping down on your sister’s couch to watch movies for the rest of the night - handing out candy, of course, should any kids come by.

Once the party was set up and over, you’d be free for the night and you couldn’t wait.

You were lucky to find most of what you were looking for, but couldn’t seem to find the last kind of chocolates you wanted to get. 

As your eyes scoured the shelves, you found yourself looking back over to where the handsome stranger still stood. His brows were furrowed as he held up two boxes of full size candy bars, seeming to be debating between the two.

The look of concentration on his face was endearing, you could almost chuckle at how serious in thought he seemed to be over candy.

You smiled to yourself, returning to your search. As your eyes left the man, traveling instead to the rows of candy in front of him, that was when you saw the bag you needed. In the section right where he was standing, because of course they’d be there. 

He huffed in exasperation before you watched him drop both boxes of candy into his cart. He turned to head down the aisle in your direction and his eyes widened slightly when he saw you still standing there.

“Oh, sorry, I’m in your way, aren’t I.”

“No, you’re fine!” You assured him as you left your basket, walking closer to him. “I just needed to grab this,” you said, looking up with the bag in hand. He hadn’t moved from where he stood as you approached, so you were inadvertently in his personal space - but he didn’t make any attempt to move from you. In fact, he looked almost frozen. 

His bright eyes were on you, one hand on his cart, the other clenched by his side. He seemed to go a bit ridge at your proximity, like he didn’t want to make any sudden movements, but he relaxed after a second after seeing your soft smile, blinking at you as his cheeks burned. 

You quickly backed away, hoping to not make him more uncomfortable and to not embarrass yourself further.

You grabbed onto your cart and looked his way once more, meeting his eye again as his sights were already on you. 

You smiled shyly, “Sorry, again, for hitting you,” you offered, “happy halloween.”

He didn’t respond verbally, but he did give you a small nod of acknowledgement.

Your smile grew tighter before you turned and made for the check out, sighing as you rolled your eyes at yourself, mentally chastising yourself for being such an awkward inducing mess. 

The lines were long and as you waited, you had to field a call from your sister, promising her you were checking out and would be back at her house soon.

You finally got through the line and were on your way out the sliding door when your cart almost crashed into another. You gasped as you pulled at your cart to stop, the heavy weight carrying it forward, its momentum causing it to almost ram right into the cart beside it.

The doors were only big enough for one cart to go through at a time, so you looked up to offer whoever it was you almost crashed into the lead.

It was your turn for your eyes to widen as you once again were met with those piercing blues.

“I am so sorry, I’m not doing this on purpose, I swear,” you laughed nervously, backing up a bit so he’d have room to go through the doors. “Go for it,” you said.

He shook his head, “Please,” he gestured for you to go in front, “ladies first.”

Had you not been in a hurry, you would’ve argued that he should go ahead, but seeing as your phone was lighting up with messages from your erratic sister, you smiled and pushed on forward. “Thank you,” you breathed.

You were trying not to pay attention as he followed behind you, but when you got to your car, halting your basket at your trunk, you couldn’t help but notice as he stopped next to you.

You looked over at him, and he looked over at you. He smiled this time, popping his trunk, “What are the odds?”

You tittered, not knowing how to respond. You couldn’t help your smile though as you turned back to your trunk and started putting the bags in.

He himself didn’t have much in the way of bags, and was finished putting his stuff away and taking his cart back by the time you were halfway done putting your stuff in your car.

You saw as he approached his door from your peripheral, and looked up and over in his direction as he abruptly stopped just before he was about to pull open his door.

For a second, he looked like he was about to turn around but then thought better of it, reaching for the door handle again before pulling away once more. 

He squeezed his car keys in his hand before he turned back around, completely this time. You blinked at him, in a bit of a stupor as he came up to you. You waited for him to speak as he opened his mouth before quickly shutting it, taking a breath, then anxiously licking his lips.

“I’m Bucky,” he introduced himself a bit stiffly before his lip quirked up in a nervous half smile. Your brows raised of their own volition before you gave him your name in turn.

He seemed to be relieved by your reply, as if he was worried you would have ignored him, before he took another step closer to your car. “Can I give you a hand?”

“Oh, uhm, sure. That’d be great, thanks.”

“Big plans for the night?” he asked as he slid the packs of soda and the water into the car.

“My sister is hosting a little halloween party for the families on her street before they head out trick or treating tonight, I’m helping her out with setup and food. But after that,” you sighed, putting a few more bags in, “I’m planning on just watching movies between trick or treaters. Nothing crazy. You?” you asked, looking over to him.

“I’m planning pretty much the same. I don’t know how many trick or treaters to expect, I’m new to the neighborhood and… maybe haven’t been the friendliest neighbor,” he cringed to himself as he grabbed the boxes of juice. “But I got the full size candy bars, so…”

“Sprung for the full size, huh? I’m sure those kids’ll love it. You’ll be the talk of the block,” you joked.

His chuckle had you smiling so hard you had to bite your lip to keep from looking like an idiot.

Bucky took the last of the bags from you and set them carefully down before he closed the trunk for you. You were hanging onto the cart, waiting to say bye before you walked it to its home, as he turned, shoving his hands in his pockets before he spoke. He had that anxious look on his face again, his eyes down at the ground while he licked his lips mindlessly before he met your eye.

“I, uhm,” he seemed to register where his hands were then and took them out of his pockets, “I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but, did you maybe, want to exchange numbers?” he asked, bright blue eyes bearing into yours.

Your lips parted unbidden, eyebrows raising in surprise, or more like shock, as your eyes widened.

“You- you want my number?” you asked stupidly. You didn’t give him a chance to answer though before you continued, “Uhm, yeah,” you nodded, “sure.”

The delicate smile on your lips grew as you reached for your phone.

You exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes before you were finally headed back to your sister’s place.

You were smiling like a fool as you drove, a sense of giddy taking over you. This kind of stuff never happened to you. You were still in a bit of disbelief as you pulled into your sister’s driveway, calling her to help you unload but deciding against telling her about your little grocery store meet cute. At least until the party was underway and her stress levels came down.

—

Grumpy. 

That’s the word you would use to describe your current state.

This was not how tonight was supposed to go. You should be lounging on a couch watching scary movies with a bowl full of candy right now, not clopping down the street in your wedges - a last minute costume thrown together as your niece held your hand and pulled you along with her while your sisters and baby niece strolled behind.

Sidney had thrown a fit when she learned you wouldn’t be coming along for trick or treating and only calmed down when you finally relented and agreed. But of course, you couldn’t just go out in what you were already wearing, no, that would be too easy. You absolutely needed a costume. 

At your sisters’ and niece’s goading, you were forced to put something together. 

You were already in all black, so you snagged the leftover cat ear headband your sister had and made your already done eye look a little more exaggerated. You all left soon after, your niece’s jubilance as she skipped out of the house easing your annoyance at the change of plans. As you started down the driveway, you were cursing yourself for not having brought your sneakers, and your sisters for both having smaller feet than you.

You walked up to house after house with your niece, taking turns switching who was going up to the door every two or three houses. In between houses, you finally told your sisters about the guy you met at the store earlier, how attractive he was, how he helped you load your car, and how he asked for your number before you went your separate ways.

It was nice to be able to talk with them about it, it had been a long time since it had been just the three of you together - no obnoxious boyfriends or overly talkative husbands to interrupt your conversations. You had to say, you were starting to feel a bit more grateful for your niece’s insistence on you joining them.

As you talked to your little sister while she held her daughter, you both watched as your niece tugged on her mom’s hand, refusing to go up the pathway of the house you were now at. As you looked around, you realized everyone else seemed to be avoiding the house, too. You weren’t sure why, though. The porch light was on and there was a cute, though solitary, ghost decoration that would greet you as you walked up the path to the house. 

“What is up with that?” you asked aloud.

As your older sister walked back over, she answered your question. “She doesn’t wanna go, she says it’s haunted.”

You fixed your niece with a look, “What do you mean haunted? Who told you that?”

“Evan and Fifi. They said the metal man lives here and he kills anyone who tries to come in.”

“The metal man, huh? Well,” you said, making a point of looking all around the front of the house, “it looks to me like whoever lives here is ready to pass out candy to anyone brave enough to knock. The lights are on, and did you see the ghost up front? They’re probably just as excited about Halloween as you are.”

“No.” she responded flatly.

“No?” you scoffed. “Ohhh, okay,” you exaggerated, “I get it, you’re too scared to go. That’s all you had to say, Sid, no shame.”

“I’m not scared,” she argued, her face scrunched in annoyance at your insult.

“Really? If you’re not scared then why won’t you go knock on the door?”

She floundered for a second before she narrowed her gaze at you. You wanted to laugh at the low growl that radiated from her but held it together. 

“We’ll all go,” she finally decided, looking all three of you in the eyes to make sure you were all ready to accompany her.

—

It had been two hours since the trick or treaters had started their nights. 

Bucky could hear the laughter and screams of playful fright as family after family and group after group of friends passed by his house. 

The bowl of king size candy bars sat on his coffee table untouched as It played on his screen. 

Every now and again he’d get up and look out the kitchen window, hoping to see a dead street to make himself feel better about the lack of trick or treaters, but only found the streets full of people.

The more time that passed without a single knock or ringing of his bell, the worse he felt. 

He could lie and say he didn’t know why he was taking this so hard, he wasn’t one to complain about his solitude, but truthfully, he knew why.

He had heard the neighbor kids talking about him the other week, telling tales of horror about the metal man who lived next door. If seeing his arm was all it took to spur their tales and ignite their fear of him, God, he didn’t even want to know what would come if they found out even a little bit of his past. 

And if it wasn’t the kids starting their own urban legend at his expense, it was the adults who would gossip about him at their backyard barbecues. The mysterious man who lived alone and kept to himself was an easy target for lowly neighborhood gossip, and the few people who had pieced together who he was seemed to be tight lipped about it. Anytime they saw him in public, their eyes would bug and they would quickly avert their gaze, like they were scared what would happen if he knew they knew. It’s not like his identity was a secret, but he wasn’t planning on striking up a conversation with them to let them know that. Especially not when they looked at him like that. Like he was some kind of monster.

Even still, he didn’t want to be the social pariah on the block. He hated to think that anyone was scared or weary of him, though he knew most of them were.

He sighed heavily as he checked the time once again. 

So much for that ghost helping to dispel his bad reputation. He’d be requesting the money he spent on it from Sam later, it was his idea for him to get halloween decorations in the first place. He should have known it wouldn’t have helped.

As his phone unlocked with his FaceID, he was tempted to send a message to the woman he’d met earlier in the day. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he hadn’t felt so disarmed by someone in a very long time. And the fact that she was gorgeous, and didn’t seem the least bit frightened by him, was a nice feeling, too. 

But she was probably watching movies and relaxing by now, he didn’t want to be a disturbance. Tomorrow, though. He’d definitely be messaging her tomorrow.

Another sigh left him as he locked his phone again, tossing it on the coffee table before making his decision.

Bucky paused the movie before he stood, bowl in hand, prepared to take it to the kitchen and shut his porch light off on his way upstairs. It was only gonna get later and he had to accept that no one was going to trick or treat at his house this year.

But just as he was setting the bowl down on the table, he froze.

Was someone actually coming up the porch?

He swore he was just hearing things…but then came a knock.

—

“You can’t just stand there, Sid, you have to knock or ring the bell, pick one.”

“No.”

“Ugh,” you exaggerated with an eye roll, turning to look at your older sister, “you live with this everyday?”

“Everyday,” she replied.

“Sid, if you don’t knock, you don’t get candy,” you told her.

“If I don’t knock, I don’t get murdered.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll do it myself,” you shrugged, adjusting the cat ears on your head.

You raised your arm to knock on the door, but Sid stopped you, pulling it back down.

“I don’t want you to get murdered, either!”

“Sidney,” you laughed, kneeling to get on her level, “I promise you, no one is going to get murdered. This house isn’t haunted and a murderer doesn’t live here.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” your little sister chimed in, earning a glare from you before you couldn’t help your laugh, shaking your head before turning back to your niece.

“I just met Evan and Fifi at the party, and I know for a fact they were just trying to scare all of you guys. I doubt they’ve ever met whoever it is that lives here. Now, do you trust me?”

Her reluctant nod was your answer.

“Okay. Then I’m gonna knock on the door, and we’re gonna get some candy. Cool?”

“Cool.”

“Cool,” you nodded with a smile before standing back up.

Sid inched back to stand in front of her mom, pulling her arm to hide herself behind as you once again went to knock on the door, this time following through.

You knocked and heard footsteps from within, smiling as you waited for the homeowner to open the door.

Once it opened, though, you found yourself completely taken aback. 

Your breath caught in your throat as a newly familiar pair of brilliant blue eyes met yours.

Bucky stood at the open door, bowl of full size candy bars in hand. He looked just as surprised to see you there as you were him. 

He tilted his head at you, a lopsided grin spreading on his face.

“Trick or treat!” Sidney yelled, seeing the big bars and coming to stand in front of you.

Bucky looked down, smiling as he showed her the bowl, “Happy Halloween,” he said, allowing her to pick which one she wanted.

“I know how this looks, but I swear I’m not stalking you,” you promised.

“I don’t know, it seems like a lotta coincidences for just one day,” he smirked, cooly leaning against his door frame. “Nice costume,” he complimented.

“Ha, thanks,” you smiled, touching the cat ears once again. “Nice ghost,” you nodded toward the lonely decoration, “Really livens up the place,” you teased. 

“That was the intention,” he laughed, a little too glumly for your liking. “You guys are actually the first trick or treaters I’ve had all night, so I guess it didn’t really do its job.”

“Sorry, you guys know each other?” your sister asked.

“Yeah, uh,” you turned briefly, “this is Bucky,” you said.

“Bucky from the grocery store, Bucky?” your little sister asked.

You gave her a look you hoped Bucky didn’t see before answering, “Yes. That Bucky.”

Your sisters introduced themselves to him and as he switched the candy bowl from his right hand to his left, extending his palm to shake their hands, you noticed a glimmer coming from  his left side.

You moved over a bit to allow them room to shake hands and as you looked closer, you realized that, peculiarly enough, his left hand wasn’t made of flesh. 

You scoffed a laugh to yourself at his “metal man” moniker. That made some sense now… In fact, a few things were clicking into place. Bucky, you thought…Bucky Barnes? The Bucky Barnes. You wondered how you hadn’t noticed earlier, not that it mattered, but you were staring, like kind of a lot, at him when you met at the store, and even when he was helping load your groceries. You really must have been distracted by just how gorgeous his face is.

Now that you were really looking at him again, you noticed just how built he was. Strong arms, solid chest, nearly six foot tall if you had to guess. 

Your sister’s laugh brought you back to reality as you followed her gaze to Sid who was now taking a bunch of bars from Bucky’s bowl as he held it out for her again.

“I doubt anyone is coming my way again, so please, take what you want,” he offered to all of you.

“That’s really nice of you, thanks,” you smiled as your sisters each took a bar of their own. “We’ll uh, let you get back to your movie,” you said, remembering his plans for tonight.

“The movie, yeah. I think I might have to start it over, actually. I went on my phone for a minute and looked up to see a blood covered bathroom but I have no idea how they got there,” he huffed a laugh at himself.

“Oh, what are you watching?” your little sister asked.

“It,”

“It? No way, that’s so funny. That’s the movie you were gonna watch before we left tonight, isn’t it?” your older sister asked knowingly, a smirk no one but you and your younger sister would ever catch flashing for a microsecond on her lips as she looked at you pointedly.

“Yeah,” you swallowed thickly, “it is,” you said, trying not to let the awkwardness that was eating at you consume you entirely.

“You should stay and watch it,” your little sister suggested, to your complete and utter mortification. Your eyes shot over to her, and you swear, if looks could kill. 

“I’m not just going to invite myself-”

“Come on, like he minds,” she turned to look at Bucky then, her hands still on her stroller holding her baby, “you don’t mind, do you?”

You peek over at Bucky, unsure of how you would even react if you were in his position. He met your eye and his lips quirked in a soft smile. “Not at all. If you wanted to, that is,” he added, offering you an out.

You looked at him a moment before looking over to your smugly smiling sisters and your niece as she tore into one of her candy bars, standing safely between the two of them. You inhaled sharply before looking back to a waiting Bucky. 

You nodded.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Sounds…fun.”

“Great, well we were heading back anyway. So, see you later?” you sister bid. 

“Or not,” your little sister added teasingly before she shot her gaze over to Bucky once more. “But we do have her location, just so you know,” she added seriously, a hint of a warning in her words.

“Ooo-kay,” you said, breaking the forthcoming tension, “I will text you guys when I’m on my way back,” you told them, urging them to get going.

“It was nice to meet you, Bucky. I trust my sister will get home safe,” your sister said directly.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he responded gallantly while your face felt as if it was literally on fire.

What was this, it was like your parents were dropping you off for your first date in high school. But somehow worse.

She nodded, “And thank you for the candy. Sidney,” she called, getting her daughter’s attention, “what do we say?”

“Thank you! Happy Halloween!”

“You’re very welcome,” Bucky smiled. “Happy Halloween.”

—

It wasn’t long before you found yourself sitting on Bucky’s couch, a glass of water you had desperately needed sitting before you on the coffee table and Bucky sitting to the left of you, but keeping a respectable distance.

“I’m really sorry about my sisters, by the way. They can be a lot,” you huffed a laugh.

“Don’t be,” he brushed off, “It’s nice to see, honestly.”

You looked over at him, he seemed a bit forlorn before he came back to himself. 

“You know, my niece was almost too scared to come to your door. She said this house is haunted, that ‘the metal man’ lives here and kills anyone who tries to enter.”

“Ah, I see word travels fast when it comes to children.”

“Yeah, you’re kind of like their own urban legend.”

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully as you laughed, lifting a leg up to cross under your thigh as you turned to face him on the couch.

“What?” you asked, “Don’t you want to be an urban legend?”

“Not really,” he laughed with a shake of his head, turning to face you better as well. “Especially not when it leaves me with bowls full of king sized candy bars no one seems to want.”

There’s a pause before he continues,

“Honestly… I don’t like knowing people are scared of me. I mean I’ve known, for a long time, that they are, it’s just.. Different when you can see that fear on their faces, in person.”

You didn’t even realize you were moving as you scooted in closer to him while he spoke.

“I thought the city was bad, but ever since I moved out here, it’s all so much more intimate. The stares are a lot more pointed.” He laughed humorlessly at himself, “I heard a couple kids talking about my arm a few weeks ago and tried to tell myself I didn’t care, but I’ve been wearing nothing but long sleeves every time I go outside now. 

“I’m not ashamed of it,” he said quickly to clarify, “I just, I don’t want them to have to be scared of me.”

“They shouldn’t be scared of you just because you have a prosthetic arm,” you argued, knowing they surely knew nothing else of who he was, “and their parents should probably be leading by better examples.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, “what can you do?” He swallowed the lump in his throat that was forming at your defense of him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring all this up-”

“No, I’m sorry, that’s on me. I am incredibly skilled at killing conversations before they even begin.”

“I don’t know about that. You don’t know me well yet, so you don’t know how big of a deal this is, but, I like talking to you,” he smiled. 

You had to look away from his gaze, breathing a laugh as you did. 

The movie was playing on screen, but neither of you were paying any attention to it as you continued talking.

Each time Bucky laughed at your lame jokes, you swore you felt like you were flying. You talked about everything and nothing. You got to know each other better, asking questions about life and preferences and favorites and what-ifs. The conversation flowed so easily, you never even really had to think about what to say next. That definitely wasn’t usual for you, and you liked it. You liked him.

Somewhere along the way, the conversation turned flirty, and again, it was completely effortless. 

Your knees were pressing against one another as you sat across from each other, almost side by side on the couch.

You laughed in unison at a cheesy line Bucky tried on you before a jump scare on the screen had you quite literally jumping. Without thought, you leaned into Bucky, and he had no qualms about it as you hid your face in his shoulder.

He laughed lightly, his arm coming around you and gently rubbing your back before you forced yourself to pull away. His warmth was so nice and welcoming, but if you didn’t back up, you would’ve tried to nuzzle right into his side - you couldn’t risk the embarrassment.

As you turned back to sit next to him though, he kept his arm around you and tugged you in a bit closer. 

You briefly wondered if he could hear your heartbeat, because you definitely could. You thought it might beat out of your chest at any moment as his warm cologne invaded your senses.

“Sorry, I guess I just assumed you liked scary movies,” he laughed.

“Ya know what’s funny is I actually hate scary movies,” you told him, “the It movies are some of the very few that don’t scare me.”

“Oh, that was you not being scared?” he smirked with a raised brow.

“That was- it just, it caught me off guard,” you defended with a smile, absentmindedly leaning more into his hold.

You had never gotten so close to someone in such a short amount of time, emotionally or physically. 

It was foreign, but you enjoyed it. It may have been sudden, but it didn’t feel rushed. 

“You get scared easily?” he asked.

“I’m the biggest scaredy cat I know,” you admitted. “I’m not hard to get a jump out of, I get scared of literally everything,” you laughed at yourself.

You turned to look at him when he didn’t say anything and felt your breath catch in your throat for the second time that night. He was so close to you now, and his eyes were piercing as he took you in, lingering on your lips and sending a chill through you.

The energy between you seemed to shift from something light and playful to something more charged, deliberate.

Your eyes drifted to his lips despite yourself, too.

He leaned in just a touch closer to you and your lips were mere inches away as he spoke,

“You’re not scared of me,” he said, though you weren’t sure if it was a question or not. Still, you responded as if it were.

Leaning in, brushing your lips against his, you breathed, “No.”

His hand was on your head then, keeping you close to him as he pressed his lips against yours, it was fervent, yet delicate, as your lips moved against one another. 

You moved a hand to hold onto his left shoulder and he tugged your body to move you completely over his lap while he continued to lead the kiss.

His metal hand found its way to your plush waist as he held you, squeezing you lightly and inadvertently causing you to sink down lower into his lap while your upper body melted into him.

His hand slid from your waist to your ass, grabbing you through your leggings, kneading your ample flesh in his large palm.

You moaned into his mouth and that seemed to spur him on because in the blink of an eye you found yourself being flipped onto your back as he pinned you beneath his large body.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt as his wandered your curves. 

“Do you have a bed?” you breathed, pulling him back down to be closer to you, wanting desperately to have his lips on yours once more. He nodded.

“Glad you asked,” he returned, voice low and husky.

You yelped as Bucky lifted you in his arms, standing and carrying you with ease while you clung to him like your life depended on it. If he dropped you, you weren’t sure you’d be able to recover from the embarrassment. But as he began up the steps and his hold didn’t falter for a single second, you realized maybe there wasn’t anything to worry about.. He held you like you weighed nothing and honestly, it sent a new wave of arousal through you as he reached the door of his bedroom.

He tossed you down on his bed carefully, but stopped you before you could begin tugging your leggings down your thick thighs. 

You looked at him, confused and with a touch of worry you were about to be rejected.

“I’m sorry,” he began, “I should’ve said this before I brought you up here,”

That did nothing to ease your worry…

“I really like you. And I think there could be something real here between us, I don’t want to ruin that. So if you were only here for one night,-”

“I really like you, too,” you cut him off, eyes gleaming into his, “And I think you’re right, I don’t wanna ruin it either. I wasn’t planning for this to be a one night stand, but if you want to take things slower, I don’t have a problem with that.”

“No, I’m good with where we were heading, I just wanted to make it clear that I don’t want this to be just tonight.”

You nodded, a little breathless as you smiled up at him. 

“Same page, then.”

“Good,” he grinned before pushing you to lie back on his bed as he descended upon you. 

His lips were on your neck and as he sucked on your sweet spot, you couldn’t contain the soft moan that passed your lips. 

His hands found the waistband of your bottoms and he pulled them down as much as he could manage before you lifted your hips and wiggled a bit to assist him in getting them off of you. 

You pulled impatiently at the buckle of his jeans, earning a chuckle from him before he got to work taking them off. 

While he got rid of his jeans, you pulled your shirt up and over your head, catching on the cat ears you had forgotten you were wearing. You threw them all to the side, unclasping your bra as Bucky shrugged his sweatshirt off over his head in turn.

He was back on top of you in an instant, pulling your bra off of you and tossing it to land with the rest of your discarded clothes off the side of the bed.

His large hands immediately went to your breasts, admiring the soft, heavy feel of them in his hands while he palmed them, squeezing slightly as he felt you.

You mewled under his attention, eyes closed in delight as his touch only added fuel to the fire burning in your core. 

When he leaned down and took a pert nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking on your tit, your hand found his hair as you gasped at the sensation, holding him to you, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on your breasts.

You could feel the wetness growing between your legs as he continued to have his fun, unconsciously rutting his thick cock against you when you’d moan for him.

As he traveled down your body, his hands following your curves and his lips kissing every inch of you that he could, he paid special attention to your tummy before he traveled even lower. 

You were a writhing mess as you felt his warm breath on your folds. When your hips bucked up into his face and you felt his lips brushing your cunt, you whined obscenely at the feeling. Bucky laughed tauntingly, holding your hips back down as he poked his tongue out past his plump lips, lightly licking your folds and your sensitive clit as you gripped his hair and urged him closer, wanting, needing more.

He finally took mercy on you after a long, torturous minute, spreading you open for him before he ate you out like a man starved. 

His tongue glided all over your slick cunt, dipping in and out of your tight entrance, before coming back up to flick your clit. 

He drew figure eights over the sensitive bud and you swore you were about to come undone from that alone, but when he sunk his thick digits into your dripping pussy, curling them just right, rubbing against that special spot perfectly, you were seeing stars as your thighs threatened to clamp around his head while you shook from your orgasm. Your walls clamped down on his fingers as you came and he moaned at the feeling as he worked you through the high, more than ready to finally get his cock inside you.

“Doll, you look so gorgeous like this,” he admired as he held himself above you, “naked and sweaty beneath me. Like a fucking goddess,” he praised, grabbing his erection and positioning himself at your entrance. 

“You sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, running his cockhead up and down your dripping slit. 

“Yes, Bucky, please,” you moaned pathetically, spreading your legs as wide as you could for him.

“Mm, I love the way you say my name, doll,” he groaned as he pushed just his tip inside your tight cunt, moving in and out of you as you whined for him.

“God, please, Bucky, please fuck me! I want it so bad,” you whimpered. “I wanna feel you fill me up, please.”

The growl that left his throat had your pussy fluttering, squeezing around nothing before he finally gave you what you wanted.  With one hard, deep stroke, he was fully seated inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gasped sharply, your hands gripping onto him wherever you could as he began to set his pace. With every thrust of his hips into you, he was hitting deeper and deeper inside your cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried.

“There you go, sweetheart. Take all ‘a my cock inside this tight pussy, taking me so fuckin’ well,” his hands were tight on your hips as he fucked into you. “This what you wanted, doll?” he panted, his pace never faltering as he fucked you harder, the slapping sound of skin on skin and his balls hitting your cunt with his every thrust filled the room, mingled with your moans and whimpers and his grunts and growls. “Wanted this big dick to stretch you out, huh? Wanted to feel me fill you up with my hot cum til I’m dripping outta you.”

One of his hands left your hip and instead went to grab at your breasts again, his large hand palming your tit as he squeezed and kneaded, flicking his thumb over your nipple and only adding to the pleasure threatening to send you over the edge.

“God, yes! Please, fucking yes, Bucky, please, please, please, please” you begged pathetically, reaching a hand down to find your clit, working your bud in circles as your walls tightened around his thick cock. 

Your eyes were about to roll into the back of your head as you moaned senselessly, Bucky’s hand leaving your chest and nudging your own away from your clit. He replaced your hand and circled your clit perfectly as he continued rolling his hips into yours, his pace growing more erratic and the words leaving his beautiful lips growing filthier the closer he got to his own end. 

With one perfectly angled thrust, you were crying as your body shook at the intensity of your orgasm. Wave after wave of nerve tingling pleasure lighting you up as you rode out the high. Your toes curled, legs wrapped around him as much as they could be while he grabbed at your body, falling down closer to you as he moaned, holding your body tighter as he pumped his hips, “Fuck,” he growled as he pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could, his eyes squeezing shut, holding himself there as he came, his body shaking some as he attempted to thrust once more. 

You moaned at the feeling of him painting your walls, your hands in his hair as he buried his face in your neck, holding him to you. He stayed inside of you for a long minute as you both panted, trying to catch your breath, while he ensured he got all of his load out before he finally pushed himself up off of you, gently sliding out of you.

He flipped over next to you, laying on his back before he pulled you into him. Your hand rested on his chest as you laid in his left arm.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed, your fingers playing in his chest hair mindlessly as you worked to catch your breath.

His hand was running up and down your side soothingly as he moved to try and meet your eye.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah,” you assured him. “I’m better than okay, honestly. That was…amazing.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he smiled, “but still, I’m sorry if I got carried away. I tend to run my mouth when I’m, uh,” he fumbled with his words, “ya know, in the moment.” 

He looked so bashful, you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his expression.

“You just said all of what you just said, but you had trouble with that?” you tittered, rubbing his chest before turning further into him, laying on your side as he stayed on his back, propping his right hand under his head as he relaxed into the position. “But really, Bucky, you don’t have to apologize. I don’t know if you could tell, but…I really liked it,” you simpered sensually.

Bucky smiled at you as you leaned up to meet his lips in a soft kiss. 

“It’s probably way late now, right?” you asked as you pulled away from him. “I should probably head back.”

Bucky sat up after you, “Do you have to?” he asked softly.

You looked back at him, his blue eyes set on you. You nipped at your lower lip before shaking your head lightly. A new, sweeter excitement washing over you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you could stay for the night,” he offered. “I was hoping I could take you for breakfast in the morning?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the hopeful look in Bucky’s eyes as he waited for your response. That giddiness you felt earlier came over you once again as you held his gaze.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

[jeridandridge]

Happy Haunts

Melissa Schemmenti is a tough cookie. Until she watches a horror movie.

When you got to work on this particular stormy Halloween you didn’t expect to run around the entire school looking for a child dressed as Thanos, but here you are dressed in your best Captain Carter costume going through the halls with Melissa.

“Okay this stagnant chocolate smell is making me wanna barf.” You groan bringing your arm up to cover your nose.

“This kid thrives on chaos that’s for damn sure.” The redhead nods eyeing you slyly. Your toned arms were on full display in your tight shirt, the material complimenting your body well. “So, what are your plans for tonight, Cap?”

Chuckling you glance at the scarlet witch with a smile. “Well, I’m third wheeling with Jacob and Zach. We’re going to a haunt and I’m almost certain Jacob will run out. What are your Halloween plans with Mr. Year round candy guy?”

Having a crush on a coworker was hard, but it made it even more difficult knowing she was dating someone, especially a guy that was so irritatingly nice like Gary.

Melissa chuckles, immediately sobering at your question. “Gary? He’s a nice guy, but it didn’t work out.” She shrugs.

“Oh.” Is all you can say. That was new information and you felt bad for thinking it, but you were glad it hadn’t worked out between the two. Maybe you could grow some guts and finally ask the redhead out.

After following trails of candy wrappers and chocolate baby Thanos is found by Chad, and his reign of terror over Abbott is finished. Now in the break room after dismissal you sit with your plastic shield on the table with a cup of coffee in hand watching the rain splatter the window.

“Hey Captain,” Melissa gets your attention, purse slung over her shoulder, “How’s about you let the scaredy cats go to the haunted house and you come get scared with me?”

“Are you calling yourself scary, Mel? ‘Cause I don’t buy it.” You tease grabbing your own bags ready to leave. The idea of spending more time outside of work with Melissa had your heart fluttering in your ribcage. The little crush you had since you started teaching at Abbott went from a spark to a roaring fire fast, and now, thanks to class prep and staff meetings. it may be time to act.

“We can hand out candy and watch something scary.” Crimson lips turn into a smile that you’ve only ever seen on the Cheshire Cat.

“What kind of wine should I bring?”

“Red, six o’clock. Don’t be late.” She shoots you a smile over her shoulder.

She might as well be a real witch with the hold she has on you already. In the couple hours you had between work and Melissa’s, you went home to freshen up, opting to stay in your costume for now and being a change of clothes for later just in case the night went late.

At six o’clock on the dot you knock on the paper ghost covered door with a bottle of red wine in gloved hand, chuckling at the sound of scared squeals from kids down the street. “Let me in there’s monsters out here!” You joke.

When the door opens Melissa’s there in all her scarlet witch glory sans her boots. Taking in the sight you can’t help but smile. “Oh my god, Mel.” You laugh adoringly. “Without the boots you’re just adorable. You don’t have the threatening witch look.”

The redhead rolls her eyes adoringly opening the door wider. “Quiet, muscles. I’m giving my feet a break before the kids start coming.”

Following her in you close the door kicking your boots off already enjoying the warmth and smell of the house.

“What’s that smell? My mouth is watering.”

Cape flowing behind her the redhead goes to the oven letting out a wave of warm air as she pulls out a pan of pizza.

“Margherita mozzarel.” She smiles sliding the colorful pizza onto the wooden tray.

You shake your head with a smile moving to wash your hands at the sink. “How did you manage that in just two hours?”

“Magic, hon.” She winks rotating the tray as she cuts into the dough, your breath catching in your throat.

“Where are your glasses?” You hum reaching for the wine bottle trying to distract yourself.

“Right here,” her voice is soft, her hand even softer as she holds onto your arm to reach past you to the cupboard. Bringing two glasses out between her fingers Melissa smiles setting them on the counter beside you. It’s like she was doing it on purpose.

Dinner eaten and two glasses of wine in, you and Melissa are chuckling away on the front porch handing candy out to the kids. When you see her shiver slightly from the cool air, you wrap your arm around her shoulders gently running your thumb over her skin. “These rugrats are slowing down, feel like going back in?” You ask knowing she has a movie planned.

“Yeah,” Melissa smiles warmly at you, standing up with an empty candy bowl. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

Your breath catches in your throat, eyes wide as you duck your head, all of a sudden very worried about tripping as you follow her into the house.

“You know, these movies can get scary.” She teases you.

“Yeah,” you chuckle nervously, “yeah, movies.”

As you change out of your costume in Melissa’s bathroom, you lean against the door taking a breath. She was teasing you, that’s all it was. You two were having a fun night as friends. Clad in your sweatpants and a Flyers t-shirt you meet Melissa back in the dim living room chuckling when you see what’s ready to go on tv.

“This all you got Schemmenti?” You tease sitting next to her, Laurie strode paused on the tv screen.

“Hey, Michael is horrifying okay.” She argues sprinkling the flavor seasoning over her popcorn.

“There’s no way you’re afraid of these movies, Mel.”

“I’m not,” she scoffs playing it off, patting the cushion next to her, “I’m thinking about you. Now sit your cute ass down.”

Rolling your eyes you sit shoulder to shoulder as the eerie music starts, smiling when you catch Melissa looking at you.

“Watch the movie, scaredy cat.” You whisper reaching over for a piece of popcorn.

As the movie continues you both move slowly, fingers reaching into the popcorn bowl cautiously as the stormy night on the tv screen unsettles you. When a thud comes through the speakers Melissa flinches almost dropping the bowl.

“Dolce Gesú!” She lets out in Italian looping her arm with yours. Pink nails dig into the skin of your forearm making you hum in protest. Slowly pulling away you reach back wrapping your arm around her shoulders instead holding her close. Smelling the wine mixed with her make up from the day you can’t help but smile.

The Halloween classic continues, and at some point you end up laying on the couch, Melissa practically on top of you with her face hidden in your neck.

“You can’t have sex while a killers on the loose!” Her muffled voice comes out, soft breath against your skin making you laugh.

“They’re horny teenagers, Mel they didn’t get the memo.”

Throughout the rest of the movie Melissa plays peek a boo with the screen, using you as a human shield. Eventually your hand finds her back. Fingers moving lazily against the warm fabric you sigh contently enjoying this feeling, grateful that Melissa is comfortable enough to be this vulnerable with you. Before you know it, the eerie piano plays again as Melissa rests her chin on your shoulder meeting your eyes.

“I have a confession to make, hon.”

“What’s that?” You ask quietly, a dazed smile that you couldn’t help on your lips.

“I’m not afraid of scary movies.”

Taken aback for a moment you look into jade eyes, pupils dilated and looking at you with nothing but pure admiration.

“You- so this-“ you stammer, a soft chuckle rumbling in Melissa’s chest you can feel against your body.

Resting her hand on your hip the redhead tips her head up kissing your cheek.

“You’ll figure it out, hon.”

Mind going a mile a minute you lay there stunned until you feel her lips on your cheek. “Wait, Was this a date?” You ask quirking a brow feeling totally stupid.

Melissa smiles moving to hover over you.

“I thought it was. Do you want it to be?”

Instead of saying anything, you sit up, hands on the older woman’s hips as you lean in placing a soft kiss to her lips. It doesn’t turn into anything else then, you both exploring new ground cautiously, hands moving slowly until your arms are around her waist.

“You could’ve asked me out.” You chuckle keeping your arms around her. “You didn’t have to act scared over a movie.”

The redhead playfully rolls her eyes gently cupping your cheek.

“Not that I’m complaining.” You lean in nuzzling your nose against hers.

There’s a comfortable moment of silence at the simple action, Melissa’s fingers playing with your hair.

“Alright, hon. How’s about we go on a real date this weekend?” She suggests.

Smiling softly you nod keeping your hands on her hips.

“It’s a date.”

[bunnys-kisses]

fall/halloween bakery special

hello bunnies! i wanted to do something a little special for halloween/fall season! it's hare's favourite season so i've grown to love it a little more. basically these are special prompts that can be combined with the regular bakery prompts. but these ones are more geared towards the fall season! this is more like a halloween party rather than a bakery, but still it'll be fun!

these prompts will be closed on novemeber 2nd and be posted between now and until i finish writing them all! these will be posted on top of regular bakery orders so please feel free! and happy halloween!

what i'll write for: formula one, call of duty, haikyuu, jujustu kaisen, marvel & dc

DESSERTS

ghost s'mores dip: "i really appreciate that you're getting into the halloween spirit, but it's ten in the morning. please turn off the slasher films so i can eat my breakfast in peace."

zombie brain cupcakes: "stop squirming, you're gonna mess up your face paint!"

vampire poke cake: "what happened last night?"

witch finger cookies: "i hate this time of year, i'm always so fucking cold!"

chex-mix: "did you go as a whore this year, or did you just forget a costume?"

all-dressed chips: "i'd propose right now. but not while you're wearing this."

pumpkin patch brownies: "you should've worn something a little thicker. you're going to catch a cold."

candy apples: "alright, let's get you home."

dirt pudding: "I hate horror movies, can't we watch something else?"

pepperoni pizza: "i wonder if that mascara will run when i'm finished with you."

ghost cookies: "they had how many shots of tequila?"

dead velvet cake: "we can't fuck right now. we have to hand out candy!"

nacho dip: "seeing you with those kids makes me want one."

chunky treat bars: "i'm getting you pregnant."

hocus pocus rolls: "next year you're wearing something that covers more."

candy corn: "i'm not jealous!"

ghostly cheesecake: "i got a broomstick you can ride on."

mummy hand pies: "be careful of the full moon!"

spider web pops: "the costume is meant to be scary, not cute."

DRINKS

sprite: semi-public sex

coca-cola: costume sex

doctor pepper: university au

fake-blood: vampire au

hot cider: werewolf au

jell-o shots: drunk sex

pepsi zero: rough sex

haunted lemonade: size difference/kink

peach juice box: filming/recording

poison apple punch: outdoor sex

pumpkin sangria: pregnancy

hot cocoa: gentle/soft sex

witch's brew: witch au

little devil cocktail: demon/devil au

white claw: slutty costumes

black widow cocktail: dom!reader

espresso martini: dom!character

water: hangover

gummy bear cocktail: possessive behavior

on the house: author's choice

have a spooky halloween!!

[louloulemons-posts]

Hi! I love how much fluff is in your fics 💜 So comforting

Can I request Eddie and reader having Halloween date at home?

A lot of cuddles, pizza, classic horror movies and themed food? 🥺

Have a nice day!

Hi! Thank you so much for the request, I hope this fulfils what you were hoping for 🤍

Spooky Date Night

Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary : Eddie plans a date for him and his girlfriend.

Word Count : 1.5k

Warnings : Pure fluff, mentions of horror movies, swearing, knives (pumpkin carving), use of Y/N, pet names, not proofread.

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You couldn’t wait, Eddie had invited you over to the trailer for a date. One that he had not let you know anything about whatsoever. All he said was dress comfy, pack an overnight bag and come over at 6:30.

All of those things were done, dressed in some sweatpants and a long sleeve tee with a jumper and jacket over top, you tried to hide from the chilly October air.

Pulling up to the trailer and parking next to Eddies van. Grabbing your bag from the seat beside you you climbed out and knocked on his door.

You heard his voice, “Coming!” Soon enough the door was pulled open and there stood Eddie Munson, a grin on his face. “Hey Angel! Come on in.”

You did so, sliding off your beat up shoes and leaving them next to Eddies favourites. Looking up the trailer looked a lot different to how it normally did.

There were fake cobwebs everywhere, candles lit, the room was dark but cosy. There were pumpkins on the counter, pizza and Halloween candy on the table. A high pile of videos to watch.

“What do you think?” He asked, stepping from one foot to the other nervously. “It looks great! You did all this?” You asked him. He nodded, “Yeah thought we could have a spooky night, as we’re going to that party on Halloween night.”

“You’re something else Munson, just the sweetest guy,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. “I’m glad you like it. Why don’t you go put your stuff in our room I’ll get us some drinks and plates for food.”

You nodded and went to drop your bag off in his room, you did have spare clothes at Eddies, even then you borrowed his. It was very likely that by the end of the night you’d end up in the worn Black Sabbath shirt he was wearing currently.

You went back to join him on his couch, as he put a couple slices of pizza on your plate.

“It’s so cozy in here, should convince Wayne to keep it like this.”

“It was hard enough to convince him to let me do this,” you both laughed at that.

“So what movies have we got?”

“I got a selection, classics, Halloween, Jaws, Nightmare on Elmstreet and The Shining. Some less scary ones cause I want you to get some sleep, so Rocky Horror.”

You hummed, there were a couple more in the pile too, you assumed that’s why he asked you over so early. “Got us some pumpkins to carve too, cause you know, best part of Halloween.”

You could only smile at him, he thought of all of this. You both loved Halloween, that was one of the things you bonded over when you first met. People freaking out over Christmas when you were already waiting for the Spooky Season to roll back around.

So the pair of you tucked into your pizza, chatting away and giggling ready to start your spooky evening.

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After you’d cleared up your plates and Pizza boxes, Eddie and you grabbed some knives, pens and a big bowl for your pumpkin carving. Rolling up your sleeves, you pulled the orange veggie towards you.

“Damn getting serious babe,” Eddie laughed. “You know it, want me to tie your hair back?” You asked him, he nodded, and held out his wrist. A hair tie sat there, it was for either you or him, depending on the situation.

Pulling his curls out of his face, you tied them in a low pony that sat at the base of his neck. Kissing the top of his head you sat back next to him. “Thanks Angel.”

Picking up a pen you began to draw your design on your pumpkin. Planning on doing a some what traditional one, triangle eyes and nose and a toothy grin.

You could tell Eddie was going the opposite route, assuming something with a fearsome face, that could potentially scare trick or treaters away.

Once you were both happy with your designs, you picked up your knives and began to cut off the top. Making lid for the little guys, pulling it off you smiled, proud of how even it was.

“Nice work babe,” Eddie smiled, soon pulling his own off. “Thanks, you too.” Placing it down you stood up. “Where you off too?” He asked. “To get spoons, we forgot them.”

“We don’t need spoons!” Eddie said before shoving his hand in the pumpkin. It came out covered in seeds and stringy insides. “Gross pumpkin guts!” You exclaimed.

“Dare you to try some.”

“No way!”

“Why not? It’s just pumpkin.”

“It’s grim Eds, look at it!” He grinned at you. “Don’t you dare.” You took a step back and Eddie stood up.

“Stay away!” He lunged for you and you squealed, running through the kitchen, the boy cackling as he chased you. “Edward Munson go away!”

You could feel him behind you, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him, you screamed. He rubbed his sticky hand on your face slightly.

“Get off!” You shouted. He laughed again, dropping his head to your shoulder, his body shaking with laughter. “You’re a terrible boyfriend, did you know that?” You asked,turning to face him.

He couldn’t help out laugh, that was until you got your hand and wiped some of the pumpkin off your face and onto his lips. He spluttered, “Ew gross!” He exclaimed, wiping his mouth.

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Your jack o lanterns now sat on the side with candles in. “Can’t believe I knocked his tooth out, he’s all gappy now!” You whined, dropping your head on to Eddie.

“I think he’s cute Angel. We got a cute one and a scary one, it’s like me and you.”

“You calling me gappy Edward Munson?”

“Who said you’re the cute one?” He cocked a brow.

You went to retaliate but he pecked your lips, “Pick a movie, I’m going to the bathroom.” He stood from the couch and walked away.

Looking through them, you decided that Halloween was the best one to start with.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was almost 12pm and you were now watching Nightmare on Elmstreet, pushing yourself closer to Eddie. “You okay?” He asked.

“Mhm, he’s just creepy,” you said. The boy wrapped his arms around you, letting you rest your head on his chest and his own on top of yours. He pressed a kiss to you and smiled.

Freddie Kruger popped up on screen making you jump and hide your face in Eddies chest, squealing as you did so. “Oh sweet girl it’s okay,” he spoke softly, rubbing your arm.

“Want me to turn it off?” You shook you head, no. “Okay but after this, Rocky Horror okay?”

“‘Mkay.” Pecking the top of your head once more, you moved your eyes to the screen once more.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You were about half way through Rocky Horror when your eyes grew heavy. It was nearing 1am, and you hadn’t moved from your position, snuggled in Eddies chest.

Relaxing fully, you let your eyes fall close, comfy and calm. No fear of Freddie Kruger or Michael Myers or even a giant Shark coming to get you.

Soon enough you were asleep in Eddies arms. Huffing a laugh, he gave you a light squeeze, allowing himself to relax too.

He was nervous this date wouldn’t be something you liked, he just wanted to make you happy. He knew he’d done that, from your laughter, to the play fighting to now, you snoozing in his arms softly.

Eddies became drowsy himself, he’d been up early to clean and decorate the trailer to make everything perfect for you. He didn’t mind, he’d do anything for you.

The boy soon followed your actions and drifted off himself, the sound of Tim Curry’s voice lulling you both.

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A firm hand shook Eddies shoulder, making him jump awake. He met the eyes of his uncle Wayne. “Oh hey,” he said voice thick with sleep.

“Hey, sorry to wake you, but you’re in my bed,” he motioned to the couch.

“Shit sorry Wayne.” Eddie slowly slid you off him, resting you softly on the cushions.

Back cracking lightly as he stretched, he reached down for you, pulling your sleeping figure into his arms. “We’ll get out of your way, and I’ll clean up in the morning.”

“It’s 5am it’s morning. Just keep it down okay, it’s been a long shift.”

“Sure, do you need anything?” The boy asked his uncle.

“Just some sleep, you get yourself and Y/N to bed Son. So get outta my room.”

“Night Wayne.” He grunted back at Eddie, turning off the TV, that had a static screen, and grabbed his blanket from the back.

Eddie held you close to his chest as he wandered to the bedroom, keeping you as comfy as he could. Laying you down gently, you whined lightly.

“It’s okay Sweet Girl go back to sleep, ,” he hushed, stroking your hair. Laying down next to you, he pulled the blanket over both of your figures.

Soon enough the room was full of your snores, reaching for one another even in your sleepy state. It had been a great night.

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[blazingstar400]

Felt like dropping a bunch of Halloween themed incorrect quotes lol. Hope you like them and happy Halloween!!

Penny: Where’s your costume Kieran? It’s Halloween!

Kieran: Actually I haven’t put it on yet—

Juliana: He’s already wearing one.

Nemona: What is he?

Juliana: A cinnamon roll!

Kieran: HEY—

Sada: Hey Arven, what do you want to be for Halloween?

Arven: Loved and appreciated.

Sada: Oh.

Drayton: Kieran! Wanna hear a joke about ghost?

Kieran: No.

Drayton: That’s the spirit!

Kieran:

Florian: So what’s the plan for tonight?

Arven: Are you sure you want to talk about the H-A-L-L-O-W-E-E-N P-A-R-T-Y in front of N-E-M-O-N-A?

Nemona: Gee, it’s at times like this I wish I knew how to spell—

Juliana: The bats I got this year are smiling. It's more realistic.

Kieran: How is that more realistic?

Juliana: 'Cause they're happy! It's their favorite holiday, they love it!

Lacey: Drayton do you want to hear something scary?

Drayton: There’s absolutely nothing you can say that’ll scare me!

Lacey: Well I know one thing that’ll scare you.

Drayton: And what’s that?

Lacey: You’re grades.

Drayton: *screams*

Random trick or treaters: Trick or Treat!

Drayton: *pulls out a deck of cards* Oh, I’ve got a trick!

Trick or treaters: I mean… We’d prefer a treat…

Drayton: Then get the heck off my property.

[When Kieran’s going trick or treating for the first time probably]

Carmine: And when they open the door what do you say?

Kieran: Happy Birthday?

[1 minute before October 31st]

Arven: *sleeping like a well adjusted teen who has school in the morning*

[12 AM on the dot, October 31st]

Nemona: *kicks down the door* THIS IS HALLOWEEN!!!

Arven: *shrieks and falls out of bed*

Penny: I own Halloween. It’s my jam. Halloween is the most important day of the year. It’s the one day on my calendar where you’re allowed to go around terrifying people and not be branded a psychopath.

Arven: Okay guys, for Halloween, we’re gonna dress up as things that don’t exist. What will yours be?

Juliana: A werewolf!

Florian: An elf.

Kieran: My will to live.

Arven: I just wanted one normal Halloween where I could eat pizza and candy and watch horror movies. *gestures to Juliana, Florian, Nemona, Penny, Kieran, and Carmine* I didn’t sign up for this.

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Hi hey hello halloween was 2 days ago so here are my southpark halloween headcanons cuz im a spooky gremlin all year (Possible part 1 cuz i write alot and idk if tumblr has a word limit)👍

Cartman:

His costume is either really extra or really basic because he forgot until last minute.

Its usually inflateable like a dinosaur, pizza or...other things.

Usually the one to pick the route they go on when trick or treating so he can get the most candy, but it backfires because of all the walking.

The type of mf to eat his candy while hes out trick or treating (me too, i get it)

He steals the entire take 1 bowl you cant change my mind. Also the type to grab aggressive fistfuls when someone says to just take one or two pieces of candy

Thinks haybales and haunted houses are gay

Will throw fake decorations at you as a joke, but the realistic ones that make you yell (severed hands, bugs, etc)

His house isnt that decorated since i KNOW Liane is the cool mom who gives out full sized candy bars but its the inside that counts

Takes pumpkin carving VERY seriously. But doesnt do that much, or he tries and gives up.

A dumbass when it comes to candy trading. Always falls for the tricks Kyles got

Kyle:

I love kyle, but you know hes dressing up as the most basic things every year...hes TRYING THO HES TRYING

Takes Ike with the boys when hes old enough

Tries to match costumes with Stan but stan always forgets

The BEST at carving pumpkins. Gut feeling Kyle is an art kid.

Thinks haybales are gay but is "ironically" scared of haunted houses

His mom is extra with decorations. You just know it

Secretly takes 3 pieces of candy from a take 1 bowl

Gives what he cant have to Stan since he cant eat pork n gelatin has pork in it 👍

Cartman tried nabbing his candy once and he whacked him with the candy filled pillow case he had

Expert candy tracker. That man knows which house has what and he is ON IT

Nightmare before christmas enjoyer, will i explain? No

Stan:

Hes like Kyle with the basic costume thing, just worse. Way worse

He is a ghost...almost every single year cuz he forgets to go costume shopping and he just says "fuck it" and uses a white bedsheet

Takes what he can get; he knows Shelleys gonna steal his shit anyway

That doesnt stop him from trying to hide it

Likes haybales but TERRIFIED of haunted houses he will NOT get in one

Mediocre pumpkin carver at best

His house aint decorated nor does it have candy cuz of randys ass. Forgetful ahh

Kenny:

Cant really afford costumes so stan, kyle and cartman help him DIY costumes

Also the kind of mf to grab the entire take 1 bowl

Makes it his MISSION to get all the candy he can get

Kinda eh on Haybsles, LOVES haunted houses

His house is never decorated, his family cant afford that

Good at candy trading cuz he can do puppy eyes

Really good at pumpkin carving, he just cant be the one getting the pumpkins.

Horror movie FANATIC!!! HE LOVES HORROR MOVIES!!!

He dies a lot that day very sad for him

Butters:

Rarely aloud to go out trick or treating, mans is ALWAYS grounded

When he CAN go out he cant ever stay out late which sucks so much

His costume is always something cute/creative, bro would probably go as like, an oc of his one year (projecting so hard i did this in the 4th or 5th grade)

Gets people to check his candy for him, hes scared of getting hurt or poisoned

Wants to go to the houses that have fruit or toothbrushes. It always goes like:

"Can we go to Ms Firkles house?" "The one that gives out apples?" "Yeah!" "Fuck is wrong with you?"

Loves Haybales, thinks theyre so fun

TERRIFIED of haunted houses, will not even STAND in a 100 ft radius of a haunted house

Flinches/Cries/Screams whenever a halloween decoration jumpscares him or is too loud

Horrified of horror moves

Not allowed to carve pumpkins, too dangerous. But he likes painting them!

Obeys the "take 1/2/3" rule like a good boy

His house is decently decorated, nothing extravagant

Craig:

Oh you know he is a "this is my costume" mf

Either that or something space related

Always the first in front in his group (Tweek, Tolkien, Clyde, Jimmy and Himself) cuz hes pretty unphased by everything

Loves carving pumpkins, him and tweek do the cute pumpkin carving stuff couples do

Cant eat most of the candy since he has braces, but he gives it to Tweek so its not a waste

Will hold Tweeks hand during horror movies, haunted houses and haybales.

A six flags fright fest enjoyer

This mf will look you dead in the eye and pour an entire bowl of candy into his bag if there arent any cameras or signs

The kind of mf to joke inside a ghost tour and purposefully try to piss off the ghost by flipping it off

The most undecorated house ever. Its like halloween doesnt exist to the Tuckers

Tweek:

He buys cool costumes but his makeup is so shaky and rushed since his ass cant sit still

Chugging pumpkin spice like a maniac

Terrified of any and all halloween activities. Jumpscare him and he will scream

Doesnt take candy from people or bowls, he stands awkwardly behind everyone and investigates his candy thoroughly before putting it in the bag

Either that or he'll have craig triple check it

His house is always decorated since Tweek Bros always has halloween specials and stuff

Does not sleep for the entire month of halloween, he survives on pumpkin spice and pure anxiety

Helps around the coffee shop by refilling candy bowls and doing halloween chalkboards (they look like scribbled messes but whatever)

The middle man in the group, he doesnt feel safe in the front or back

Carries Pepper spray with him when trick or treating, always very cautious to the point his friends grill him for it a little. Better safe than sorry

Clinging onto Craig half the night, the insomnias getting to him

Legally not aloud to carve pumpkins. He will accidentally knick his fingers

Loves halloween baking though, he does burn at least something and panics.

Clyde:

Oh you know hes the kind of mf to dress up like the glow in the dark stickman

Grabs aggressive handfuls of candy regardless of if its from a bowl or person

An absolute crybaby. Will cry when he sees the decorations

They cant decorate his house since hes a baby

Likes the pumpkin carving tho!

Always runs to thr house with full sized candy bars

Jimmy:

He is def going as an inflateable t rex/banana

Tells more jokes to people in hopes of getting more candy

Carves a wee wee into his pumpkin. He thinks its funny

Pretends to be scared on haybales to make Clyde feel better

His house is the one with custom decorations its so great

Scary movie enthusiast, joking and calling the characters dumb the whole time

He. Fucking. Loves. Frightfest

Hc that when hes older hes a scare actor part time

Admires the decorations

Tolkien

Bro probably got like, a ren faire costume yk? Like a count or something

Tolkien just seems likke the guy to go to ren faire every year

Expert pumpkin carver

Takess his friends to halloween fairs every year

The most overdecorated house (rich kid core)

Always saying the thank yous and happy halloweens when noone else will

Bro printed out a map of their trick or treat route

He takes some of his friends to ren faire too. Craig thinks its gay as shit

Likes the haybales, and the shit rides at the halloween fairs

Creeped out by haunted houses tho

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 10

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Genya spend Halloween together watching a horror movie that you say is romantic, but Genya doesn't see it.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa

Update: I'll be posting this story on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays so I get a couple of days time rest between the chapters! Thank you for understanding, please enjoy the story!

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

Genya groaned as his phone's alarm went off and he reached to close the alarm. The school would start soon and he would have to get up and get ready. It was his turn to prepare breakfast for you and him and he took his turns very seriously.

"Good morning, sunshine!" You called from the kitchen and Genya blinked as he looked in your direction, "Mor- Wait, why are you awake already?!"

"I couldn't sleep," You replied as you moved around the kitchen, "Breakfast is done!"

"Oh, okay, thank you, I'll just go refresh quickly." The young man said as he got up and went to the bathroom to wash away all his sleep and get ready for the day. Once he was done, he joined you in the kitchen and as soon as he sat down, you put a plate before him, followed by a jar of Nutella.

"What's this?" He asked, and you smiled, "French Toast!"

"Oh?" He smiled, "It's my first time trying some."

"I hope you like them!" You chuckled as you took a seat across from him and spread some Nutella on your own toast. Genya copied you and after a layer of chocolate spreading he bit into it and his eyes widened. It was absolutely delicious!

"These are so delicious!" He said as he took another bite quickly. You were so happy he enjoyed them, "I wanted to make this day special!"

"Why?" Genya asked and you absolutely beamed, "It's Halloween!"

"Oh?" He blinked and you nodded eagerly, "Yes! I love the whole holiday! So spooky, and fun!"

"I see," Your partner really didn't get the whole idea of Halloween, he and his big brother didn't really celebrate the spooky holiday, other than maybe watching a horror movie or something like that.

"Yes, and I want to celebrate this Halloween with you!" You said happily and Genya smiled a little. If this holiday was so important to you then he would celebrate it also.

"Sounds… Fun?" He nodded, "What do you have in mind?"

"I've already prepared our lunch boxes but I was thinking…" You grinned, "Do you mind if we order something today? I want to eat something unhealthy like pizza, burgers, or fried chicken!"

"Chicken sounds good." Genya said and you nodded eagerly, "Yeah, let's see what we are craving later today!"

"What else there is?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, uh, if you want to do something else than just order out?" Genya asked and you smiled, "Yes! I would love to watch some horror movies with you!"

Ah, he knew a little about them. While not the biggest fan, he did enjoy a good horror just like any other person.

"Sounds good. Should we get snacks and something like that?" He asked and you nodded, "Yeah, I was thinking that we could drop by the store and buy some popcorn, potato chips, Cola, and candy."

"Alright, I'm down with that." Genya nodded and you were smiling happily, "I know this amazing romantic horror movie! It's so sweet, it's one of my favorite movies there is!"

"Romantic…? Horror?" Genya was baffled, he had never heard of romantic horror movies, but if you said that it was good then they must have been.

You had been living together for a week already and Genya had noticed that you had an impressive collection of manga, games, and movies. There was no doubt some horror there also.

The two of you ate your breakfast and grabbed your lunch boxes as you left to go to school. Lady stayed behind, sending you guys off with a cute and small meow.

As you made your way to the school, you both talked about movies, but Genya was really curious about this romantic horror movie you mentioned.

"So…?" He started, "What kind of movie that your favorite one is?"

"My what?" You blinked. You had forgotten the whole movie and earlier conversation. Genya had to remind you, "The romantic horror movie?"

"Ooh!" You nodded as you remembered again, "Yes, it's really good!"

"Can you tell me about it?" He asked, "You made me really curious."

"I can't tell anything so I won't spoil it for you." You smiled like a fox, "But I'm happy that you are interested! You're going to love the movie!"

You managed to make Genya even more curious, but he thought that this was a chance to learn more from you, his girlfriend. If he learned what kind of romance you liked then he could use what he learned to properly charm you.

The two of you went to your own classes and as usual, met in your usual room where you ate lunch together. You had done your best again and you had prepared a meaty lunch for you and your partner. A meal that you both ate happily before lunchtime ended and then you headed back to your classes again.

By the time the school day ended, Genya waited for you by your shoe locker, and once you had switched your shoes the two of you headed out and towards the grocery store for some candy and snacks. Of course, you both picked your favorites and you were pretty generous with the amount of treats you bought.

Once your bags were heavy with treats, bags that Genya insisted on carrying, the two of you started some Halloween-themed small talk.

"How do you feel about vampires?" You asked and Genya hummed as he thought about your question and how he would answer, "They are okay, I think? Why?"

"There is this funny vampire anime I really like. Maybe we should watch it someday?"

"Is it scary?"

"Not at all." You chuckled, and Genya looked at you, "Is this movie we are going to see a vampire movie? Wait! Is it Twilight?"

"What!? No!" You shook your head, "I'm not touching those movies. No, this movie I picked is way better than some Twilight!"

"Then what is it?" The young man asked and you grinned, "You will see once we make it back home."

Genya frowned, but he knew how stubborn you could be so he knew that you wouldn't tell him until the movie would start. Once the two of you made it to your shared apartment, you moved quickly to fill the bowls with potato chips, candy, and popcorn.

Your partner tried to ask if you needed any help, but you had just told him to make himself comfortable on the couch while you set everything ready for your movie night.

"Are you sure I can't help?" Genya asked but you just shook your head as you placed the bowls filled with treats on the coffee table in front of Genya.

"Nope, I'm about done." You said as you walked to the bookshelf where your movie collection was. You looked around a little before you spotted the movie you wanted to watch, picked it up from the shelf, and went to put it on TV.

"Okay, now you can see what we are watching!" You said as you threw the DVD's cover to Genya, who caught it midair and looked at it.

"The Boy?" He read out loud. That didn't sound like a romantic movie. No, it appeared to be one of those creepy doll movies.

"Yes!" You smiled as you sat next to Genya on the couch, "Are you ready?"

Genya nodded and you put the movie on. The two of you watched the movie and little by little Genya started to-!

Aah, now he got it! Greta and Malcolm would band together to help Brahms' soul to move on from the haunted doll and then they would get together at the end.

"I think I understand the plot?" Genya whispered and you chuckled, "We will see."

What did you mean by that?

As you watched the movie go on, Genya grew wary when Greta's abusive ex Cole destroyed the doll that Brahms had possessed. But what happened next made him gasp in shock and surprise, "He was alive!?"

"I know, right?!" You cheered as you watched Brahms kill Cole and then chase after Greta. The movie went on and you and Genya were at the edges of your seats.

"Nooo, why did you stab him, he loved you!" You cried out and Genya also frowned as he watched Greta and Malcolm escape the mansion.

The end credits started to roll and you turned to look at your boyfriend excitedly, "So, what did you think?"

"It was pretty good, but I wouldn't necessarily call it romantic?" Genya thought out loud, and you nodded, "You're right, it's not necessarily romantic for everyone."

"You still think it was romantic?"

"Yeah, kinda?" You blushed a little as you averted your gaze from Genya and stared at the credits, "Imagine someone loving you as much as Brahms loved Great? It's… Scary but flattering."

"I- I-!" Genya swallowed nervously as he blushed. He wanted to say something romantic, this was a perfect moment!

"Oh well, are you hungry?" You asked as you reached for your phone on the table, "Wanna order that chicken?"

"I- I love you!" Genya finally managed to exclaim and you looked at him in shock, before you chuckled, "Ah, you like fried chicken that much?"

What? No! It was you that he loved!

"N- no, I meant…" His blush grew a deeper shade of red, "I love you! Like Brahms loved Greta!"

You stared at Genya with your eyes wide in shock, followed by you blushing furiously as you looked aside, "Ah, I… I love you too…"

Genya was happy to hear you say it, but Gods, you were both so awfully awkward.

"May I… May I kiss you and show it to you?" You asked carefully and your boyfriend went rigid as he nodded shakily. You turned to face each other and you were both so red it was almost funny.

Carefully, you placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned forward to catch his lips with yours.

Despite living together for a good week, you hadn't made kissing a habit yet. So when you kissed, it was new and special but the two of you had a lot to still learn.

This was one of those moments when you wanted to learn how to kiss better. As you kissed Genya, he did something new and bold, and pushed forward, so your lips were moving against each other instead of just staying pressed against each other.

You were started by his boldness and yelped a little, but slowly you moved your lips against his and it felt so different than just holding your lips together.

Finally, the two of you pulled apart and you were both crimson red… But smiling also.

"That was… New?" You said bashfully and Genya nodded shakily, "G- good or bad?"

"I… I didn't dislike it… It was nice." You said as you looked at him, "Maybe we should kiss each other more often? Build our tolerance?"

Genya's face turned beet red as he registered your words. Did you actually want to kiss more?

"I- I-!" He swallowed nervously, "If you want to?"

You nodded bashfully, "I- I would love to…"

"Then…!" Genya nodded, "May I kiss you now?"

"Please do."

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

🎃 Halloween ‘23 dialogue prompts 🎃

I write for any one listed here. Feel free to mix and match prompts and add any details or directions you'd like it to go as well as pronouns/gender if you'd like something specific other wise I try to write gender neutrally. Happy spooky season yall!

don't forget you can request moodboards and headcanons too!

“We’re not alone here”

“It’s freezing outside”

“I’ve watched enough horror movies to know a weirdo in a mask is never friendly”

“It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to a good scare”

“Is that my sweater?”

“Are you scared?”

“Hey, that's/it's not funny”

“Boo!”

“It’s a scream, baby!”

“I think we’re lost”

“I’ll keep you warm”

“I’ll keep you safe”

“Sharing is caring”

“Bite me”

“I may or may not have stayed up to watch a horror movie and now I can’t sleep... can you please come over?”

"I have a collection on horror movies, assorted candy and a pizza on the way"

"let's go to bed"

"truth or dare?" (you can add which + question asked choose your own adventure style but you don't have to)

"quick, hide”

“When was the last time we had a real conversation?”

“Pick your poison”

“You've got leaves in your hair.”

“why can’t we stay here forever?”

"Being alone together was not the best idea.’’

"you look cold"

"It's cold"

REQUEST AWAY!

[mlobsters]

supernatural s14e4 mint condition (w. davy perez)

apparently we need a complete rundown of how ghosts work in this show in the recap, in case we've forgotten!

think my best chance at an episode that doesn't drive me up a wall is a monster of the week. let's go, davy

DEAN Oh, wow. SAM What? [DEAN touches his own cheek.] SAM Oh. Yes, I shaved. DEAN I mean, it’s so smooth. It’s like a dolphin’s belly. SAM Yeah, yeah.

ah yes, 5 o'clock shadow stubble, so smooth :p *scritch scritch*

SAM Hey uh, I wanted to check up on you. You doing okay? I mean you haven’t really come out of your room in almost a week. DEAN Well, since when is okay part of this job, huh? Yeah, Cas is you know, showing Jack the ropes and Dark Kaia and her spear are in the wind and we have no clue where Michael is or what he’s up to. And not that I’m complaining, but the house is full of strangers, so.

i would 1000% be complaining. i need my space and routines and ... not other people :p see: heebie jeebies

DEAN Thundercats? Seriously? SAM Yeah. But I mean, you’ve got your pizza, at least eight more of these movies so I’ll just leave you to it and I’ll get one of the other guys… DEAN (getting up off the bed) Oh, hell no, hell no. No, Panthro, that’s mine.

very cute, i will take it, please and thank you. sam finding a case that would actually help dean work out some of the post-michael funk, as opposed to whatever that previous mess of an episode was :p sam knows how to take care of dean too

DEAN Still not a fan of Halloween, huh?

dean's smiling already (at sam's expense, but hey he's basically offering)

DEAN Soft, delicate features, luxurious hair. She’s like your wonder twin.

listen, if anyone has soft delicate features; it's you, dean-o

so one notable thing for me personally is like. they're doing the thing were dean is super excited about something (like wrestling, cowboys, etc) but i'm not feeling the secondhand embarrassment? like it's not so over the top childish? it's just more standard fannish excitement? which is surprising and nice. we'll see if it holds :p (the pocket protector and dean's glasses below though push it pretty hard into costume)

SAM MIRL – Meet in real life. DEAN Why do you know what that means?

they're just dropping all sorts of little silly slice of life tidbits here. though i admit to having a hard time seeing our sam chatting people up online

DEAN So seriously, what is your deal with Halloween? SAM I don’t like it. DEAN Yeah, but why don’t you like it, hm? And don’t give me that like, ‘well every day is Halloween for us’ crap, okay? Because one: it ain’t, we don’t eat that much candy, two: you’ve had this hate on for years. So?

dean asking the good questions

smooth

geeking out over their favorite horror movies together, this is nice. little bonding over using it for escapism

DIRK and DEAN “… mechanic David Yaeger comes back every year on the day after Halloween. On All Saints Day Hatchet Man takes his revenge.” DIRK You really know your ASD. DEAN Ah well, growing up it was a… it was always nice to check out once in a while. I like to watch movies where I know the bad guy is going to lose.

predictable endings and the effect is multiplied when you've already seen it. no surprises, does something for the brain

little 80s horror / stranger things vibe with the music (man that title sequence for stranger things is so good). christopher lennertz and tim wynn on the music this episode

it's cute how they're intercutting their fake horror movie, security guards watching said movie and the stuff happening in the hospital mirroring the events. worked well

SAMANTHA Where did you learn how to do this? SAM I had a messed up childhood.

heard.

okay so i had to give them credit for how they were doing the cuts with the fake movie, and then they had to do too much showing the fake trailer for the fake movie for no reason :p if they wanted to show the slasher guy's backstory, they shoulda worked it in the other handful of times they showed us clips from the fake movie

DEAN Thanks man. You uh, you got me out here because you needed to get me out of my funk and give me a win and you did. So, thanks. SAM I’ve got to admit it didn’t go exactly like I thought it would. DEAN Hey man, I just went toe-to-toe with David freaking Yaeger. That was awesome! SAM Yeah, it wasn’t really… DEAN Don’t ruin this for me. SAM Hey Dean, when we get back to the bunker, man you’ve got to stop hiding out in your room. DEAN I’m not hiding out. SAM And I get why you’re doing it, I do but what happened with Michael… You said yes for me, for Jack, for your family. You did the right thing. What happened after, just because Michael was wearing your face doesn’t mean any of this is on you. I don’t blame you, no one blames you. You’ve got to try and stop blaming yourself. Please. DEAN I’m never going to get over it, okay? I’m just not. But you’re right; I’m not doing anybody any good by just staying cooped up in my room so, whatever you need. I’m there. Alright Chief.

think you probably will, dean. but anyway, good job, sammy!

DEAN Okay seriously, why? Why do you hate Halloween? What is it, was it the time I, I ate all your Halloween candy?

SAM No. DEAN Was it something that Dad did? SAM No dude, you don’t want to know. DEAN No I really do, really. What? SAM Alright, you remember Andrea Howell? DEAN …no? SAM When I was in sixth grade we were living in Bismarck and I had a huge crush on her. DEAN Aw, that’s adorable. Continue. SAM So, she invited me to her Halloween party. I said yes and I went over and at first everything was great, um, and then we started to play games. DEAN Spin the bottle. SAM Bobbing for apples. Like I said, I had a crush so the entire night my stomach was in knots and when it was my turn I bent down and… DEAN No. SAM …hurled, everywhere. Lunch, dinner it all came up, on Andrea mostly. People ran and screamed and it was so bad. DEAN Ah that’s great. SAM I ended up hiding out in the woods till you finally came and got me. DEAN So that’s why you hate Halloween.

aw, baby sam. there's something refreshing though of him having just regular kid traumatic experiences. finally it's not because of gross child neglect or being raised as a child soldier :p

DEAN Oh come on man you’ve got to deal with that, that’s I mean… Alright this is what we’re going to do, next year we’re doing Halloween right okay? I’m thinking matching outfits like uh, Batman and Robin. SAM No. DEAN Bert and Ernie. SAM No. DEAN That’s weird. SAM Yes. DEAN Uh, Rocky and Bullwinkle. SAM Dean… DEAN Shaggy and Scooby! SAM Why would we? DEAN Turner and Hooch. Ren and Stimpy. SAM Come on now. DEAN Thelma and Louise. SAM Thelma and…? DEAN We just put it in drive and go.

very silly and sweet. i vaguely recall dressing up as geena davis in middle school, but because of a league of their own :p would be a few years yet before i could watch thelma & louise

pleasantly surprised by that episode. monster of the week with fannish stuff that didn't go into making fun, didn't even bitch about the music! i will take it

[lexa-griffins]

When milf Lexa starts dating Clarke, do they do something special during Halloween with Delilah and Alex?

Horror movie marathon 🤣 both Delilah and Alex are massive horror movie fans, a trait they got from Lexa's ex wife. Lexa however dislikes them watching horror movies alone but at the same time hates horror movies herself, the use to watch them with Jenny but always half hidden and Jenny used to tease her mercilessly about it before it turned into annoyance and Lexa didn't even attempt to watch them with her.

With the kids now both over trick or treating and given Delilah's love for the dark, Clarke suggests a horror movie marathon with the kids. Clarke loves the thrill of watching horror movies despite the fact that she jumps at every jumpscare and will need to switch every light on for a few weeks when going to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

It's very cute, honestly. Clarke buys a BUNCH of popcorn and candy, Lexa makes nachos and orders pizza, and even decorates the apartment more than usual, much to Delilah's delight.

Alex is going out with friends for a bit, which means Clarke Lexa and Delilah start off with some Addams Family and Corpse Bride, just to ease into the actual horror and these Lexa does love and enjoy watching, especially when Clarke whispers 'cara mia' to her ear and kisses her hand making her feel all giddy.

Once Alex gets home (smelling a little bit like cigarettes, but Lexa decides to leave that for tomorrow, she can be the unfun mom again then) they all plop on the couch with pizza and the soda drinks Lexa usually doesn't buy and a bunch of candy, cortesy of Clarke, to start the actual horror movie marathon, starting from the classics.

They make it about 4 movies (and Lexa actually saw most of them, having Clarke there to hold her and pull her close when something more scary happens, makes her feel much safer than Jenny ever did with her mocking) before Delilah is out like a rock, probably via sugar crash and Alex can barely keep his eyes open.

With a sleepy goodnight the kids go to their rooms, before Delilah turns coyly, goes to her mom and hugs her, a silent thank you before going to her room.

Lexa is forever grateful for Clarke helping her with that. Halloween always seemed like one of those holidays where Lexa always felt like Jenny is better at, they've only spent a couple of halloweens with Jenny but the kids always seem like they had the time of their lives and then Lexa was the horrible mom who didnt let them eat the entirety of their hallowen earnings in one night and wouldnt let them watch horror movies full of gore before they even turned 10. Lexa tried but halloween always meant preparing themed activities for her class, and finding costumes for her kids and for herself and then trying to get them into the costume they decided day of they hated and there was the teacher's halloween lunch and it always felt so much some years she wouldnt even find the energy to put up decorations for it. But the kids are now older - although not always wiser - and with Clarke here she can take a breather and not feel like a horrible mom because she didn't do anything a little more special for halloween. Lexa would show Clarke how grateful she is gor her in bed if she wasn't terrified of moving a muscle underneath the blankets after that many horror movies 😅

[slaasherslut]

Milo Halloween headcanons pls pls pls 🥺

Omg T33thy thank you so much for this hjbhdfvgf

imma put this under a cut because i went a little too hard

Halloween is his favourite holiday!

Before his parents died, it was tradition for Milo to finish his homework after school with some spooky movies in the background as he worked. The he would eat dinner and his parents would take him trick or treating.

His mom always said "it was a match made in heaven" because all of the candy Milo didn't like were his dads favorites.

He was very adamant about dressing up as a vampire multiple times growing up.

Theres a photo floating around somewhere of a baby Milo in a little pumpkin costume.

His aunt wasn't too happy about him celebrating it but he moped enough that she got sick of it and let him go trick or treating.

As he grew up, he transitioned from watching spooky child friendly Halloween movies every October to horror splatter fests.

He usually spends Halloween night with some pizza, beer and horror movies that he meticulously planned.

Even though no one sees his house on Halloween, he still decorates it.

A lot of which are vintage that he found in the basement when he moved in.

He can see the cemetery through the trees since all of the leaves are gone. He sometimes has to chase local kids out of the cemetery on Halloween night if he sees flashlights shining around.

He fills those pumpkin bags with leaves and puts them around the cemetery. Mostly around the tool shed and the front gate.

He loves carving pumpkins! He always does spooky elaborate faces. Its where his artistic skills and his love of Halloween come together.

In relation to pumpkin carving, he saves all the seeds and roasts them.

[1980ssunflower]

Min and Ryan! What'd you and Ozzy do for Halloween?

*Chuckles* Oh man, we were out as long as we could trick or treating ^^;; I was real nervous doing it since we're adults now and all... but honestly it was a really fun time and I'm happy Ryan convinced us to do it :-]

DUDE IT WAS SO FUN!!! I was pretty surprised most people gave us candy honestly! Someone DID close the door on us though 😅

Yeah...

*pats min's shoulder* STILL it was LOADS of fun! We also got pizza afterwards and watched some horror movies we rented while high😝🤙

We didn't even make it to bed and fell asleep on the cough all pretzeled together... cute on the surface but my arm was messed after Ozzy fell asleep on it 😑

[mcltiples]

UNPROMPTED HALLOWEEN ASKS || always accepting

@evilmcg sent; "Trick or treat daddy!" The first lady exclaims. Dressed as an angel and holding out her candy bag (evilmcg for prime)

Answering the door, Rick appeared in the full Michael Myer's costume. Mask and all. Standing there silently for a moment. He knew that she knew it was him, but he still wanted to make things creepy. It was the day to do it after all. So why not?

Instead of saying anything, he handed her paper plate. His movements rather robotic. As one would see from the actual The Shape from the movie.

With that, he turned on his heel. Stiffly walking further into the bunker. The living room area was casual for the most part. Despite the various technology and cybernetic pieces that made up the entire place. The ceiling, walls and floor all made out of metal. The only thing making it cozy was the dark purple couch with Halloween themed throw pillows decorating it.

Once by the kitchen, standing next to the opened boxes of pizza, that's when he pulled the mask off and began to laugh.

"Did you see that? I was pretty convincing wasn't I? Grab yourself a few slices and let's watch some horror movies together, I have a lot of them installed into my database, so whatever you're into, I've probably got it."

Then he looked down at the candy bag. "Oh, right, that, uh, here--" He grabbed an unopened bag of candy, ripping it open, grabbing several from it and dropping it into her bad. "There, now we're ready to party."

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Promptober: Day Twenty Seven

Steve Harrington x fem!reader 850 words.

Steve can’t lie, it’s not what he expected for halloween that year. But he’d driven you and Robin to the store, watched as the two of you ran around the aisles with a cart, shoving sweets and snacks into it, grins on your faces that he couldn’t help but smile back at.

Nancy was in her basement, hanging up whatever Christmas lights she found in the attic, instructing Jonathan as he dragged a mattress or two down the stairs, cushions and blankets making a comfy pile amongst it all. The floor turned into one big bed in front of the old television set and when Eddie arrived with his VCR, he struggled with the wires until he managed to make it work, smiling triumphant. He even remembered to bring the stash of horror videos that Steve had left in his responsibility. 

So when Steve arrived at the Wheelers with you and Robin in tow, everything was set up. You were vibrating, ready for the kids to arrive. They had no idea, faces forlorn as Eddie and Steve had to lie about why they couldn’t take them to the arcade. But you’d insisted that they needed this, that they deserved this. God, you all did.

Max’s casts had finally been removed a week before and she’d become more comfortable using her glasses after Steve started wearing his, a silent act of solidarity that had made you cry after the first time you’d seen it.

Steve had sat next to Max during lunch one Saturday, gold rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. No one said anything, no one was supposed to. ‘Cause it was Max and that’s how she worked. So once the boy’s started yelling about Eddie’s new campaign and Jonathan helped Nancy clear the table, the redhead slipped her glasses out of her pocket, tried to seem unbothered as she pushed them over her eyes.

You’d cried a little on the way home, pushing fondly at Steve’s chest as he hugged you through laughter. 

El and Will had settled back into Hawkins, the town seeming like home again, like it was safe again. Will met Eddie, the younger boy marvelling over his storytelling skills, Eddie promising to help him write his own campaigns again. 

It’s why you got the expensive candy, why you convinced Steve (easily) that ordering ten pizzas wasn’t overkill. Neither were the tubs of ice cream. Or the popcorn. 

It was worth it when the kids arrived, all under the guise that Eddie needed to talk to them about the next campaign schedule. Their faces lit up as they piled into the basement, the lights making everything glow, the television screen already set up with The Gremlins title screen. 

Erica let out an excited gasp, showing off her age as the youngest, something that a lot of you sometimes forgot. Lucas high fived Steve as Mike gave out some hugs, a surprising display of affection from the boy. You watched them all fall onto the beds, laughter pushed into pillows as they toed off their sneakers and argued over blankets, Dustin grinning wide at you and Steve, as if he knew whose idea it had been.

Steve was gazing at you over their heads, grinning at the sound of genuine joy coming from his friends. He was all fond as he looked at you, brown eyes soft, a look that made you want to push yourself into his arms. And when the pizza arrived and disappeared into greedy hands, the sound of the movie and the soft crunch of popcorn filling the room, Steve opened his arms for you as you came back from the kitchen. You were already wearing his sweater but falling into the boy’s lap was so much better. 

Everyone was too wrapped up in the movie to care about the PDA, something you usually tried to keep to a respectable level around the others. But the lights were low, the little coloured bulbs casting pretty shadows across the room, across you and Steve. It made you curl into him, smiling so hard your cheeks ached, ‘cause his arms were strong around you and all your friends were happy and safe together. You hummed when Steve pulled you back against him, your back to his chest and his hands sought out the skin under his sweater, palms wide and warm over your tummy. 

It’s how you all fell asleep, the static of the television buzzing softly, all of you spread out across the room, forgotten M&M’s between cushions. The kids piled together, legs over legs, cheeks pressed to shoulders. You were growing heavy against Steve as he laughed and whispered with Eddie, and when he felt your head drop a little, your face pushed to his neck, he smiled and kissed your cheek.

You hummed in response, both of you ignoring Eddie’s little ‘aww’, as you held onto Steve a little tighter, your cold feet pushed under his thighs for warmth.

“Have a good night, babe?” he asked you softly.

He grinned when you nodded, nose bumping against his throat.

“S’perfect.”

[meetmyothersouls]

tricks and kinks, please please please 👻👻👻👻

👻😈 I’ve been waiting for this one!

Best Halloween Yet

Storm, power outage, sex game, smutty smut, not proof read

It was a tradition for you and Timothee to spend Halloween night together. When you were kids, you went trick or treating together. As teenagers you went to costume parties that got progressively skankier as the years went on. And as young adults, feeling too old to attend parties but too young to not celebrate at all, you’d begun a new annual tradition of ordering pizza, eating ungodly amounts of candy and watching horror movies until you passed out. This was no different, as Timothee walked into your apartment carrying a value sized back of candy that should be for trick or treaters. 

“Fuck, it is pouring down rain out there.” He shook his body like a dog, flinging water from his soaked hair. “Think we can eat the whole bag in one night this year?” He asked, tossing it onto your futon. 

“Not if you eat an entire pizza first,” you teased. 

“Listen, you didn’t think I could do it and I had to prove you wrong.” 

“Doesn’t count when you throw up the entire pizza 30 minutes later.” 

Timothee rolled his eyes as he pulled his backpack off of his shoulders. He pulled out a stack of DVDs. 

“Okay, so we’ve got The Exorcist, The Blair Witch Project, and my personal favorite Amityville Horror.” 

Just you opened your mouth to make a choice, a loud booming crack of thunder shook your apartment. An immediate flash of thunder illuminated your living room before shutting off the lights all together. 

“Fuck, it’s dark,” Timothee’s voice shook. 

“Aw, you scared?” You teased him, though it was dark. You lifted your hand in front of your face, not one finger was visible. You pulled your phone out and turned on your flashlight. You jumped as Timothee’s body came into light directly in front of your face. 

“There you are,” he breathed out, relieved. “Candles?” 

The two of you spent the next 20 minutes gathering every candle that you owned, and when you finished lighting them all, the room filled with a warm, yellow glow. 

“What now?” 

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “This hasn’t happened in the -what..18-Halloween’s we’ve spent together.” Timothee paused as he contemplated what to do next. “Got any boardgames?”

“Hall closet,” you said, pointing as you moved a few candles around. 

“You got some good ones in here,” Timothee called from the hallway. “How come we never played games before?” 

“Well, you’re usually too busy hiding under the covers.” 

“What’s this one?” Timothee brought out a small pink box. It looked similar to Yahtzee and you immediately remembered what it was. 

“No!” You jumped up, lunging for the game. “Not that one!” 

He held the game up in the air, too high for you to reach. You jumped, attempting to grab the game from him. 

“Naughty but Dice? Oh my god, Y/n, really?! You own a dirty game!?”

“It’s not mine!” 

“Weeeelll, it was in your closet!”

“It was Randall’s!”

“The douche bag ex?”

“Yes, Timothee, the douche bag ex.”

Timothee shook the box a few times before a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Wanna play it?”

You looked at him, wide eyed. You’d always been attracted to Timothee, in fact when you were kids, you were caught kissing on multiple occasions, but that was years and years ago. You’d be lying if you said you never imagined what it would feel like to be touched by him again or kissed by him as an adult.

“Just for shits and giggles. Nothing serious.”

You relaxed a little at that. “Okay. Fine.”

Timothee sat on the floor in the middle of the ring of candles the two of you created not long ago. He crossed his legs and dumped the contents of the box out: a stack of cards, 2 dice and a folded piece of paper containing the rules.

“Okay,” he said, unfolding the rules. “So, the way the game works is: player 1 rolls the dice. Whatever the dice says you have to do either to yourself or to player 2.”

“What are the cards for?” You asked.

“You don’t remember from your sexventures with Randall.”

“Ugh shut up and tell me what the cards are for, asshole.”

Timothee laughed, already having way too much fun. “Oh, it says the cards are for drawing along with each dice roll. Like an action to do along with what your dice say, or you can draw card if you choose not to do what the dice command, but if you choose a card you have to do what it says.”

You blew out a shaky breath. “Okay, okay let’s just do it.”

“Ladies first,” Timothee said, bowing his head to you.

“So chivalrous.”

You wanted to puke.

You picked the dice up, shaking them in your hand and hoping you didn’t get something you’d regret. You opened your hands, letting the dice fall onto the carpet. The two of you leaned down, reading the words.

“Hug,” the two of you read one of the dice simultaneously.

“Body?” You asked, looking at the picture on the other dice.

You looked up, Timothee already holding his arms out. “A hugs not so bad?”

You shrugged, walking on your knees across the floor to Timothee. He pulled into his arms and to be honest, it was one of the best hugs received in a long time. He held you tightly, his biceps pushing against your sides.

“We forgot to draw a card.”

You felt one of his arms shift as he moved forward to the stack of cards.

“Run hands down players back underneath their shirt.”

Your head spun. You could do that?

You moved your arms from around his neck, and slid them under the back of his shirt. Timothee tensed slightly under your touch. You felt as tiny goosebumps peppered the smooth, soft skin of his back.

“Your hands are cold,” he whispered.

“Sorry,” you said, removing them from his shirt back backing up to your spot on the carpet. “Okay. Your turn.”

Timothee nodded, biting his lower lip as he scooped the dice up off the floor. He shook them hard in his hands before letting them fall.

“Kiss,” Timothee read.

Your heart dropped.

“Neck.”

You swallowed hard. And you think he heard it.

“Is that too much? I won’t do it if it is.”

“No, no. Do it. Kiss my neck.” You attempted to sound confident. It didn’t work. 

Timothee crawled on his knees to you, the action itself doing something to you. When he was close enough for you to feel his breath on you, he said, “let me know if it’s too much, I can stop.” 

It was already too much. But you sure as hell wouldn’t stop him. You nodded. Warm breath and soft lips caressed the skin of your neck. He kissed it once. It was quick, but you breathed deeply in response to it. Then he kissed it again, opening his mouth and wetting your skin as he did. Your hand somehow found its way to the back of his head. You wanted to keep him there. When he disconnected you kept your eyes closed. 

He cleared his throat. 

“Your turn.”

“You didn’t draw a card,” you reminded him. 

He smirked, picking up a card. “Remove your shirt,” he read aloud. He stood, unbuttoning each button of his flannel before letting it fall to the floor. Your eyes followed his movement and he lowered himself back into a sitting position on your carpet. 

“Your turn now.” 

You rolled the dice. 

“Lick,” you read. “Lips.” 

Timothee snorted. 

“You don’t think I’ll do it?” 

“It’s silly. I wanna see you try.”

You crawled back over to him until you were sitting in his lap, suddenly gaining a bit of confidence after his neck kiss. Your eyes bounced back and forth from his and to his lips. You licked yours first and let out a shaky breath. Slowly, you brought your mouth close to his, but you couldn’t -

“Y/n,” Timothee whispered.

“What?”

“Just fucking kiss me.”

He grabbed the back do your head, smashing your lips into his.

Hungry was the only word to describe the kiss. There was nothing gentle or delicate about. Lips were bit, teeth clanked together as your lips tried to harmonize with his. He laid back, pulling you down with him. His mouth tasted like the chocolate he ate before the power went out and it only made you want him more.

He rolled you onto your back, his palms flat on the carpet on either side of your head.

“Do you want to draw a card?” He asked as he hovering over you.

You ran your hands up his bare chest then back down, stopping at his belt.

“Hand me one.”

He reached a long arm over to the stack of cards, drawing one for you.

“Fuck.”

“What does it say.”

You turned it to him.

“It says ‘Fuck’.”

Clothes were discarded, thrown across your living room in a hurried frenzy. Your lips only disconnecting when your shirt came off.

“Don’t have a condom,” you mumbled.

“I’ll pull out,” Timothee said as you let your legs fall open for him.

He pushed himself inside of you, groaning as you took each inch of him. It was kind of romantically spooky, you thought, having sex with Timothee around at least 20 lit candles during a Halloween thunder storm.

He kissed down your neck as he slid almost all the way out. The rain picked up, tapping rhythmically on the windows. He sucked in one of your nipples as he pushed back in. You hissed in pleasure, squeezing the ‘fuck’ card you still held in your hand.

“You feel,” he said, popping off of your nipple. “So. Fucking. Good. Fuck. You’re so tight.”

He picked up speed and you could tell by the way he rolled and snapped his hips into you that he was already close.

“Think you’ll cum with me if I do this?”

He licked his thumb and attached it to your clit, rubbing soft, slow circles onto the sensitive bud as he continued railing you. You moaned loudly, drawing up your legs and arching your back off the carpet .

“That’s my girl. God your gonna make me cum, baby.”

You shook under his body, convulsing on the floor as you came. He pulled out of you immediately, as if the sight of you cumming drove him over the edge. He stroked his cock until he came on your stomach.

“Fuck,” he breathed out collapsing on the floor next to you. “I think this was our best Halloween yet.”

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